a break in traffic

a break in traffic –

clutching her purse

and her breasts

homecoming

a strange cat yawns

from the corner

in the empty doorway

the space

of a startled bird

midnight

the candle flame too bright

for itself

funeral march –

watching their grief

from behind

dying campfire

holding the heat

in my fists

sunshine on the canal

an old nun stops

to empty her shoes

celebrity magazines

the wind exposing

a flash of thigh

mountain pool

   drinking the moon

     drinking me

Copyright © Colin Buchanan, 2007